I couldn't eat today.

I am physically visible to other humans, but my mind is not here.

When I approach doors, I see people on the other side approaching on both sides of my own reflection. This is when I choose another door. I don't want to collide with anyone.

But there is one thing I would collide with.

He told me he always sees me at the bus stop, and I say, that's because I am always waiting for things. But not for everything because I will never have it all. There is one thing I always wait for, every day every hour, mostly because it will never come.

I am on my own now.